2OO Salmon Fishing. 



A nice situation for a poor wretch to be in, 

 four good miles from home, dripping-wet from 

 head to foot, and benumbed with cold! 



It took me an age to get my wading- 

 stockings off, and wring my jacket, in order 

 to make a start homeward. Every step I took 

 for some distance were my ears serenaded with 

 the musical treat from the wet slippers, and 

 well-saturated woollen socks; and most weari- 

 some work it was to drag myself along with 

 one leg well-nigh disabled, and the additional 

 weight of my wet clothes. 



Not a friend by the riven side did I catch 

 sight of, without giving him a wide berth; 

 when whom should I stumble upon, within a 

 mile of my abode, but my fidits Achates? 

 the very last I cared to meet, knowing of old 

 how little sympathy I should meet with at 

 his lips, when he caught sight of my draggle- 

 tail, downcast, unfortunate self. 



"What, young fellow, you could'nt catch 

 'em with a fly then in a fair way, and must 



